Date the girl whose hair is a mess and steals your t-shirts and kisses you in front of boys who look at her admiringly. Date the girl who wants to dance in the rain with you and make tea for you and make you laugh so hard you snort tea out your nose. Date the girl who cares so much that she can tell something is wrong just by looking at you. Date the girl who will wrap her arms around you for no reason and pay attention when you talk about the things you love, even if she doesn’t love them herself. Date the girl who looks like a lazy sunday afternoon instead of a saturday night. Yeah. Just date that girl.
Date the girl who is super shy but really loud when she’s drunk
Date the girl who likes smithsonian dates more than dinner or movie dates
Date the girl who gives you the chance you’ve been waiting for
Date the girl that recites random facts to you and stops half way because she thinks she’s being “too nerdy” because i guarentee that she will tell you loud and proud what she thinks of you and hold your hand better than she holds her beer, she’ll look at you like you’re better than anything she’s seen pinned inside a museum, and she’ll write about you in her english papers that are due the next morning.
I’m the girl men fall in love with the idea of.
They catch glimpses of parts of me and think They know the rest hidden beneath the surface;
The golden girl with the flaming heart.
The playful exuberance too world weary by far. The nighttime temptress down on her knees.
The selfless caretaker too kind to believe.
The warrior-princess covered in scars
The simple girl who still wishes on stars.
They all choose a part of me to worship
Setting aside the rest of the puzzle pieces
Still looking for a heart to call home
Because it’s easier to put me in a box
Than to put me together until they find a whole picture.
In the end sparkling bits and baubles of me adorn their memories
Until I become the one who got away
Which is the reason I never could in the end stay.
I’d rather love the reality that is all of myself
Than be put on a pedestal so high up
There’re no odds of surviving the fall.